STORY TIME! "Where is she?"

He woke up confused and ashemed. She wasn't there anymore. The smells and pleasures of the previous night kept floating in the air. After looking at each objetc in the room and not finding a trace of her anymere, he decided to get up an go to the kitchen.

There he found a battlefield that explained her absence that morning. Stains of sauce on the wall reminded him of the beginning of the discussion.

Why? He asked.
You know that we can't live pacefully after what happened. She answered.
That was only a little problem in our way. Don't give up on us...
Do you really think that i can see you in the same way after doing what you made me do?

Up there he could remember. His mind left behind the confused memory. He sat on the kitchen steps and noticed that the floor was full of clothes in both. His body hurt. He felt a strong seizure in his right arm and deep bruises adorned his knees.

"Dammit!" He thought complaining about his bad memory. "Maybe we had one last big sex and then she went to her mother's house, yes, that should be, she would not be able to leave me like that." "Surely she'll be visiting her mother and then coming back."

He smiled for a moment thinking that in the end he had not lost the love of his life. He went to the refrigerator and opened it to look for some juice. He grabbed a base of the sink and noticed that all the knives in the kitchen were freshly washed.

"What will this woman have done?" He thought.

He remembered quickly that he had bought some frozen pancakes and opened the freezer. He took out the box of frozen food and realized that the cooler was smeared with a thick crimson liquid.

"Damn government, they take away the light and the flesh thaws."

He opened the cooler and instead of frozen meat he found his fiancee's hand. It was there when he remembered what had happened the night before.